Chapter 945: Battle of the Martial Sect Masters

Could this person have been possessed by the Exiled Celestial Demons?

A strange thought floated in Qin Qingxuan’s mind—otherwise, there was no explanation for Wang Chen’s unusual traits.

Yet, across the realm, the Blood Guard was the most vigilant against evil demons, and Wang Chen, as Baihu of the Blood Guard, being possessed would be a tremendous joke!

Qin Qingxuan could only conclude that the previous Wang Chen had hidden himself too well, and only now was he revealing his true brilliance.

She did not feel discouraged by the setbacks; rather, her determination to win Wang Chen over became even stronger and more persistent!

Such a talent would be wasted serving simply as a vanguard for the king and was more suited to be a minister for the destined one.

“That’s right.”

Qin Qingxuan smiled and said, “If I’m not mistaken, the experts of the Qianlong Society are waiting for you ahead.”

“I am willing to accompany you and persuade them to abandon the assassination bounty against you. I believe the Qianlong Society will give the Yuhua Sword Sect some respect and settle this conflict!”

She lifted her head, her eyes sparkling with an enchanting brilliance, displaying immense confidence.

To be honest, Wang Chen felt a moment of stunning admiration!

“Thank you.”

Wang Chen suppressed the ripple of emotions rising within him, shaking his head in reply, “People on different paths cannot collaborate; I appreciate Miss Qin’s good intentions; it’s just that this may lead to another battle.”

Qin Qingxuan was astonished: “Brother Wang, you must not underestimate the strength of the Qianlong Society. For this final assassination attempt, they will surely send real martial sect masters.”

The Qianlong Society built its reputation through repeated successes, and it would not carelessly ruin it!

Even Qin Qingxuan herself did not have complete confidence in her ability to persuade the masters of the Qianlong Society.

Wang Chen smiled calmly: “Let’s wait and see.”

Qin Qingxuan was speechless again.

This stunning beauty realized that Wang Chen’s will was as solid as a rock, and her few words could not shake him.

Her previous statements had been largely in vain!

A sense of helplessness surged in her heart. Qin Qingxuan closed her eyes and sighed softly, then said, “Brother Wang, like many others, you misunderstand the traitors too deeply. We must understand that our common enemy is the demons.”

“The Great Liang court is already rotting from the inside, with countless powerful officials tainted by demonic thoughts, greedy and corrupt, harming the people to satisfy their own desires. If we do not eliminate this corruption, the human cultivators will face a great catastrophe!”

“Qingxuan has said all that she can. I sincerely wish you a safe journey, Brother Wang, and may you turn misfortune into fortune!”

As her voice fell, she stood up, holding her long sword, and swept out of the rain pavilion.

In the moment she vanished into the pouring rain, this stunning beauty suddenly turned her head back and gave Wang Chen a deep look, filled with endless regret and sorrow.

The next moment, Qin Qingxuan vanished without a trace, leaving only a light fragrance lingering in the pavilion.

“Ha!”

Wang Chen exhaled, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

He did not expect to enter the sights of powerful organizations so quickly—the traitors, the Qianlong Society, the Yuhua Sword Sect, as well as the Great Liang court, the Blood Guard, and the powerful families…

This situation was indeed complicated!

But Wang Chen was fearless.

He had come to this world to explore its origins, and anyone who stood in his way would be met with a decisive spear strike!

The mountain storm had come and gone swiftly, and in no time, the heavy clouds dispersed, revealing the azure sky once more.

Wang Chen resumed his journey.

Riding his yellow steed along the slippery mountain trail, he deliberately slowed his pace, remaining highly vigilant.

Every sight, sound, and scent from his surroundings was captured by Wang Chen’s sharp senses, his keen perception extending in all directions.

Not the slightest movement could escape his notice!

After traveling a dozen miles and nearing the point where the mountain path gave way to a broader road, Wang Chen had yet to encounter any trouble.

The fifth-level Strongest of the Qianlong Society, as Qin Qingxuan had mentioned, had not appeared.

Yet, at that very moment, a sudden unease gripped his heart, and without hesitation, he tugged on the reins.

The yellow horse screeched to an abrupt halt, its front hooves rearing high.

Wang Chen leapt over the horse’s head, landing gracefully ahead of it.

There, just a few dozen steps away at the crossroads, stood an old man!

The man appeared to be in his fifties or sixties, clad in a raincoat and a straw hat. His deeply lined face bore the marks of a life well-lived, and his cloudy eyes held a calm, almost indifferent wisdom.

Had he held a hoe instead of the faint golden spear in his hand, he might have passed for a simple country farmer.

Yet, to Wang Chen, the old man seemed as immovable as a towering mountain!

Without a trace of surprise, Wang Chen clasped his hands in greeting and said, “Blood Guard Baihu Wang Chen pays his respects, senior. May I ask for your esteemed name?”

“Wang Chen?”

The old man tilted his head, puzzled. “Aren’t you called Ling Zhiyuan?”

“I have changed my name,” Wang Chen replied solemnly. “Clad in blood, I have severed all worldly ties. The past is behind me, and I am free from its entanglements.”

The old man raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback. “For one so young, you possess remarkable insight. Truly, the younger generation is formidable.”

Wang Chen smiled faintly. “You flatter me, senior.”

“I am Huang Jue, of the Qianlong Society,” the old man said with a chuckle, his gaze fixed on Wang Chen with an unsettling intensity. “Wang Chen, do you have any last words?”

“So, it’s you—the Soul-Snapping Spear Huang Jue…” Wang Chen murmured, his expression one of surprise. “What an honor to meet you!”

He had indeed heard of Huang Jue before. The man was one of the thirteen Taibao of the Qianlong Society, a figure of undeniable strength.

Wang Chen had not anticipated that, for this third assassination attempt, the Qianlong Society would deploy their ace.

Huang Jue, the Soul-Snapping Spear, was a renowned expert. Once the Grandmaster of a martial arts sect, he had been pursued by the Great Liang court for treason before finding refuge under the banner of the Qianlong Society.

“You are quite polite,” Huang Jue remarked with a smile. “For that, I will leave your body intact and even see to your burial.”

“Then I shall extend the same courtesy to you, senior,” Wang Chen replied cheerfully. “I won’t simply take your head to claim credit.”

His words, though sincere, ignited a flicker of killing intent in Huang Jue’s eyes—he had never encountered such audacity in a young man!

Yet, the thought of snuffing out the life of a young genius stirred an indescribable thrill within Huang Jue. The Life energy within him surged like a raging river, erupting with overwhelming power in an instant.

“Watch the spear!”

With a thunderous roar, Huang Jue thrust his long spear toward Wang Chen.

In the blink of an eye, the fifth-level martial sect master and his Soul-Snapping Spear transformed into a shadowy arc, hurtling straight at Wang Chen.

One spear to sever the soul—life and death hung in the balance!

The oppressive force unleashed by Huang Jue surged toward Wang Chen like a tidal wave.

This expert of the Qianlong Society had committed himself fully from the outset, determined to decide the outcome in a single strike.

I am invincible!

Facing Huang Jue’s unwavering resolve and the relentless spear assault, Wang Chen neither retreated nor flinched. Instead, he reached for his weapon.

The Seven-Pronged Spear!